"It's such a thick fog! Why did it suddenly become so thick?" one of the guards guarding Liu Daxia said.
"Light the torch, I'm afraid there's something fishy about this fog." said the leader of the guards.
At the same time, Liu Daxia had already walked out of the room with his family and holding a torch.
"Close the door first, work in groups of three, light torches, and try to disperse the thick fog in this room."
"Zhao Hai, let the brothers communicate in secret words to prevent bad people from getting in." Liu Daxia said.
"Yes! Sir!" Zhao Hai, the leader of the guards, immediately ordered the guards to collect and light the torches.
Then he first pulled out his sword, and also picked up a torch.
The long knife in his hand whistled softly, with a whistling sound.
It can be seen that the internal strength cultivation is really not bad.
It's just that this thick fog is obviously not an ordinary fog, but tentacles that are completely integrated with the color of the fog suddenly attack this small Xianzhong Temple.
A wall was suddenly pushed, and after the two guards let out a cry of surprise, they were sucked into the mist and disappeared without a trace.
"who is it?"
"Report!" Zhao Hai, the leader of the guards, was shocked and approached Liu Daxia's position with a knife.
Liu Daxia was one step earlier, hugging his wife and daughter, and shrank into the corner.
"Everyone should stay away. The noise doesn't sound like a human being... more like the evil spirits in the rumors!" Liu Daxia said calmly.
Many guards and accompanying servants were stunned when they heard this.
After that, I still haven't come back to my senses.
The screams came from the back of the house again.
"ah!!!"
This scream was sharp and ear-piercing, with a power that made people feel frightened and frightened.
"who is it?"
"Who was attacked again?" Zhao Hai looked extremely ugly and held the knife in his hand tighter and tighter, but it could not make him feel the slightest sense of security.
Next to Liu Daxia, a young man who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old whispered: "Dad! There is no one behind the house. Behind the Xianzhong Temple are the plum blossoms that Mr. Huaien loved most during his lifetime. Are you worried that someone is clumsy and accidentally damaged them?"
Mr. Huai En's elegance never allowed anyone to go to the back of the house."
As soon as these words came out, not only did they not make everyone present feel better, they actually made them even more nervous.
The scream was so harsh that it seemed to pierce into the soul.
If it’s not a human being, it must be a trick!
The people holding torches began to shrink inward.
But every few breaths passed, there would be the sound of torches or weapons falling to the ground.
People kept disappearing in the thick fog.
Zhao Hai couldn't bear it anymore and put down the torch and held the knife with both hands.
The sword was slashed forward fiercely.
"Who are you, you evildoer? Come out and have a fight with me."
"I, Zhao Hai, am not afraid of you!"
The sword energy flew through the blade, tearing apart several meters of thick fog.
Zhao Hai can make a name for himself in the world with this sword alone.
Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, there have been military households and generals, all of whom have passed down their swords, armors, martial arts, and military skills, and are full of martial virtue.
The so-called Jianghu is just the tip of the iceberg of the entire country's military force.
Zhao Hai's swing of the sword attracted the other guards.
Most of the guards followed suit, waving torches and swords in their hands.
Under the chaotic dance, it seemed that the fog was forced back.
The thick fog that originally spread to the entire building has faded by four to five points.
Everyone showed joy unconsciously.
"Sure enough, people are afraid of the treacherous, but they are afraid of the treacherous. As long as we are not afraid, it can't help but wait for us!" Liu Daxia knew that he was talking nonsense, but at this time, his military morale was available, and he could not say anything discouraging.
The first wave pushed back the thick fog, which was nothing.
I'm afraid that these guards will lose their strength at one go, then fail again, and then they will be exhausted, and then their psychological defense will completely collapse.
Sure enough, the thick fog surged again, and it really looked like a living thing.
It spreads over again, like a surge, and falls like a blanket.
There was obvious disappointment and fear on everyone's faces.
"Continue to attack with torches, you are afraid of fire!" Zhao Hai shouted.
He obviously confuses the two points that the core is destroyed by fire and the evil is afraid of fire.
Some people are more 'smart', mustering up their inner strength, using their inner strength to push the flames to burn, turning the torch into a line of fire.
After that, those who have a little more internal strength will learn from it.
As the lines of fire dispersed, it seemed that the thick fog was pushed back again.
But soon, they all discovered that this move was just a waste of internal energy.
Like a tide.
As one wave recedes, another wave comes in even stronger.
In the mist, there lies an invisible giant beast.
And this thick fog is just its breath.
"Sir...sir! Let's run away!"
"We can't continue like this! Every one of us can escape!" The housekeeper lay beside Liu Daxia and said tremblingly.
Liu Daxia shook his head firmly: "We can't escape. This devious ability covers such a wide area. Now that we haven't completely attacked it, we are obviously afraid."
"If I escape, my momentum will be completely chaotic, and I will definitely not survive."
Next to Liu Daxia, the young man with a sharp camera suddenly said again: "Dad! Listen."
Liu Daxia was stunned, what are you listening to?
"There's thunder!" the boy said.
"Huh?" Liu Daxia was stunned. If there was thunder, it meant it was likely to rain. As long as the rain fell, the color of the fog would be diluted a lot.
"No, it sounds like the sound of swords." Zhao Hai said.
At this time, high in the sky, Yue Buqun was stepping on a cumulonimbus cloud, and several swords, carrying huge amounts of true energy, were constantly weaving through the clouds.
The sword moves with wind and thunder, swift and violent.
The huge internal force rolled up the rain clouds, turning the originally scattered water vapor into tiny raindrops that fell.
Like a punctured water bladder.
When a drop of rain falls, more rain drops follow.
Heavy rain soon covered the mountain forests obscured by thick fog.
In the shrinking mist, a strange shape that looked like a pale white giant octopus was half-floating above the mountain forest.
Each of its tentacles is covered with suckers, which open and spit out thick mist.
"As expected, it's a trick in the fog. Yang Buhui introduced it. This kind of trick is hidden in the mist and can change its shape at any time. It is difficult to hit the vital points. To kill the trick, you must first disperse the fog."
When the heavy rain fell, Yue Buqun's flying sword also fell with the rain at the same time.
Puff puff!
Several flying swords pierced the body of the mist-ridden figure in succession, but did not kill it.
The sword plunged in, as if being dragged into the mire.
A total of four swords were trapped inside and could not be summoned out.
"Is this the evil you are looking for to deal with me?"
"Aiming at my sword-controlling skills?" Yue Buqun glanced at his cuffs. In the hidden pocket there was a secret core of thought.
Yue Buqun, holding a sword in his hand and carrying a sword box on his back, fell from mid-air.
A sword cut through the chaotic sky, as if splitting the entire mountain.
"Dad! There is someone there!" Liu Daxia's son pulled him and pointed at the sky and shouted.
Everyone looked up and saw Yue Buqun taking advantage of the heavy rain to drop a sword from the sky.
The blade of the sword actually 'frictioned' into flames in mid-air.
This move is not about releasing internal force to the outside, but borrowing Shaolin's wood-burning sword technique.
The sword edge fell from a high place, like a falling meteor from the sky, ferocious, crazy, cruel... yet romantic. It hit the monster in the fog so powerfully that it was about to break its head and disintegrate its core.
Wow!
Several old trees suddenly collapsed.
A creature with the ability to become invisible suddenly revealed its figure when attacking.
It grew into four large mouths on its four heads, biting Yue Buqun from different directions.
Everyone in the Xianzhong Temple couldn't help but let out worried exclamations.
None of them wanted to see the sword-wielding young man who seemed to be coming to save them like a god coming down, being bitten to pieces by the vicious monster that suddenly appeared.
Book recommendation!
The author of "Mumbling Poems" is Xianyu Pilot.
Come to the new world where the steam industry is booming, inherit the three-story apartment in the Kingdom's Capital Square, take someone else's cat with you, listen to the whispers in your ears, and witness this mysterious and bizarre era.
The epic of the Sixth Age is about to begin. Behind the curtain, the chosen ones will step into the legend. Old gods, relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient mysteries, and the glory of the era.
"Do you want to play a hand of Rhodes?"
The years engrave the time, and the silver moon illuminates the shadows. I compose legends for you, and you whisper poems for me.